Lord, what are mortals, that you notice them;
mere mortals, that you pay attention to us?
We are like a puff of wind;
our days are like a passing shadow (Psalm 144:3-4).
As this shadow passes across another year, what’s obvious on the playground becomes clearer in life: the further away from that initial push, the shorter the passes are.
So…
You can pretend the shadow doesn’t exist…
Search for temporary, artificial pushes…
Surrender to futility and fatality.
Or…
You can embrace the shadow with childlike wonder…
Knowing that all shadows – including this life – are silhouettes of something real.